STOP THIS CRIME!

Black hall,
Black walls,
Close in on me.
I shut my eyes,
And start to cry,
Hoping it's all a dream.
My mother is gone,
Every thing is wrong,
I'm just a desperate foal.
I timidly walk forward,
I pray to the lord,
That we all get out alive.
We pass through a door,
And we see blood on the floor,
We know this is the end.
I hear a horse scream,
This is not a day dream,
This is very real.
They haul away the body,
Leaving the floor bloody,
I know that I am next.
They push me onto a mat,
And hold me down like I'm a wild cat,
And then a man approaches.
I nail gun in hand,
He walks to where I stand,
And holds the device to my head.
He shows no sadness,
For he is careless,
He stated at me with cold eyes.
He presses the trigger,
The hole in my head got bigger,
And my body was thrown in with the others.

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